Wyclef Jean - Pullin' Me In lyrics
[Wyclef Jean - Pullin' Me In lyrics]
Y'all know y'all done messed up now right?
M-m-m-m mmmm, fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is sounding the same
Y'all rhyming the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doing the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence
Mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that
Kill this
Lemme tell you something (what, what)
The real killers
They're standing right over there
Waiting for you to act like a killer
So they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little 'cause
It's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, they coming yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew
Me when I was broke working at Burger King
Hustling dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? Yo
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the street DJs
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Yo, yo this probably the hardest
Verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun
In my neck as I write
Surrounded by gangsters
I don't know how they got here
But, I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra
In his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
LA, I was told watch the colors
You wear when you walk dirt, dirty south
I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast
Your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killing', or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was
Seeing "OZ" on television
But, I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Magnum
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things I been dying to mention
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats sounding the same
I'ma put your MPC to sell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas
It Ain't Hard To Tell
Still feel like somebody's watching
Me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees
I'ma break up the makeup put your stake up
I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cause
Y'all will get Jay-Z
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Hip hop fans
Y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am
Y'all still have your doubts talking 'bout
Is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop
And on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar
Classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just
To show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walking'
Tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario
The innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Twelve tribes of Judah, deeper than books
Watch what you cook 'cause
You might get hooked man i miss real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends putting up they vein
Moms raising caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap
But watch my back like I'm selling crack
'Cause the music industry is
The same street format
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score
To The Carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off with a break
I blend so perfect
That you would want it for your mixtape
Every time I keep pullin' out
Y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for
The brothers up north
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out
Y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
M-m-m-m mmmm, fo' real
You know, you messed up, I'm not laughing
All y'all beats is sounding the same
Y'all rhyming the same
Some of y'all even wearing the same jewelry
And y'all doing the same videos
Shut up, you know you messed up right?
That's why they brought me back in this game
To bring it right back to the essence
Mmm hmmm
Oh yeah, and all this kill this, kill that
Kill this
Lemme tell you something (what, what)
The real killers
They're standing right over there
Waiting for you to act like a killer
So they can kill you
Yo Sedeck, do me a favor yo
Yo tell everybody on this side of the stage
To just move back a little 'cause
It's about to get real rowdy
In the front yo, they coming yo
I could never forget the underground hip hop
I'ma dedicate this to everybody that knew
Me when I was broke working at Burger King
Hustling dime bags on a twelve speed bicycle
All the projects man, youknowwhatimsayin? Yo
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the New Jerusalem
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the street DJs
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Yo, yo this probably the hardest
Verse that I ever recite
I'm in the studio with a gun
In my neck as I write
Surrounded by gangsters
I don't know how they got here
But, I feel like the Haitian Frank Sinatra
In his young years
New York, on my way to Kennedy airport
LA, I was told watch the colors
You wear when you walk dirt, dirty south
I heard they run up in your house
Shakespeare, no time to jive blast
Your girl through the blouse
What? MCs, y'all ain't nothing but assassins
Every two lines is killing', or incarceration
Murderation, closed casket cremation
Closest you got to prison was
Seeing "OZ" on television
But, I'ma go long as this thug phenomenon
Pass me a bandanna, two shots from my Magnum
All of that, to get your attention
Here's a few things I been dying to mention
Anyone talk about guns, I'ma buy the cartel
Any more beats sounding the same
I'ma put your MPC to sell
Listen, reminiscing on Nas
It Ain't Hard To Tell
Still feel like somebody's watching
Me like Rockwell
Talk about diamonds, I'ma kidnap Jacob
Talk about the Fugees
I'ma break up the makeup put your stake up
I'm about to work my way back to the streets
And y'all wanna bootleg 'cause
Y'all will get Jay-Z
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the projects Clef
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pulling out
Y'all keep pulling me in, sin
Kick a little something for the hip hop fans
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Hip hop fans
Y'all like the woman in my house
No matter how faithful I am
Y'all still have your doubts talking 'bout
Is he real in this relationship
Or did he go pop
And on the side get a mistress
My mistress is a guitar
Classical like Mozart
Paint murder on the wall just
To show y'all some art
And y'all wanna start, and lose body parts
I suggest you start walking'
Tell your man stop talking
You know the scenario
The innocent is always the first to go
And Dorothy sings somewhere over the rainbow
Kum Ba Ya, got you trapped in barbed wire
Dope delivery, but I'm the ghost writer
Twelve tribes of Judah, deeper than books
Watch what you cook 'cause
You might get hooked man i miss real MCs
Like Kool G Rap, written in graffiti
Before the plane, I used to take the train
Watch fiends putting up they vein
Moms raising caine
Able's on the roof, cook like a goose
To calm my nerve, I drink vodka 180 proof
I'm back in the shack, lay flat on my back
Two choices, sell rap or sell crack
Chose sell rap
But watch my back like I'm selling crack
'Cause the music industry is
The same street format
I sold y'all Nappy Heads, to The Score
To The Carnival
But yet y'all still wanted more
Since Sedeck went back, came off with a break
I blend so perfect
That you would want it for your mixtape
Every time I keep pullin' out
Y'all keep pullin' me in, sin
Kick a little something for
The brothers up north
Let people know you ain't forget
Where you came from, where you came from
Every time I keep pullin' out
Y'all keep pullin' me in, sin